Circle of Encounters

The Hustler

A boy-man leans against the brick,
one knee bent, one hand on a hip,
offering youth for coin of the realm.
His eyes are green as ocean swells
I yearn to plumb their mysteries.
He searches my face to see what I want.
I shake my head.  I will not pay
for grappled sex in a bathroom tiled
with puddled semen and weary lust.
He shrugs.  His eyes glaze with boredom.
He turns to search the passing crowd.
I leave him there.  I will not watch
some casual trick buy time with those eyes
not caring what self may swim in their deeps.

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Updated last on:  2001/05/24